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Alyssa I Targaryen

Book : The Long Night

Chapter 11: Calm before the Storm

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Trigger warning: Canon typical underage, Mentions of orgy

"You need to eat!" Elia demanded as she dragged Alyssa away from the South Gate guardhouse where the Queen had been using Earth Control to create new fortifications for Winterfell.

"I can eat and work at the same time." Alyssa insisted.

"Not when you're using Earth Control." Elia shot back just as insistently. "You know how draining it is for you."

Alyssa was prepared to continue the argument but a pair of unexpected voices calling out her name caused her to pause.

"Shireen, Myrcella?" Alyssa asked, thoroughly shocked by her two youngest concubines' presence. "What are you two doing here in Winterfell?"

"We came to see you obviously." Myrcella said with a giggle.

"We traveled with the latest reinforcements from King's Landing. Margaery made the arrangements for us." Shireen explained more helpfully.

"Why are you here?" Elia asked, radiating knowing amusement.

"To have you finally bed us of course, Alys." Myrcella said shamelessly. "You've lain with all our sister concubines but us by this point. It is time that changed."

"Yes, we've waited long enough." Shireen added just as brazenly. "You could die any moment in this war with the Others and we refuse to let that happen without having lain with you!"

It was not just Alyssa who thought the two young ladies were being ridiculously forward. All the guards, servants and ladies in waiting that stood around them were shooting the two young girls incredulous looks as well.

"You're too young." Alyssa said with a shake of her head.

"That is not true." Shireen said with a frown. "I am two and ten and even if Myrcella is still only one and ten, we have both flowered. Many other noble girls in our position are mothers already."

Alyssa couldn't disagree with that. Nor that they were growing into wonderful women. Myrcella was already showing the beginnings of a slender, graceful figure and while Shireen was no great beauty, with her grayscale scars now fully gone she was a pretty girl. More importantly, at least for Alyssa, the intensity of the magical bond that bound them was sparking with a fervor that just talking to them was stirring her loins in a way that she usually only felt in bed with her other lovers.

I dearly hope I am not staining my skirts. Alyssa thought as she felt the dampness grow between her legs.

"And like Shireen said earlier," Myrcella said, picking up the conversation. "You could die in this war Alys. We refuse to be widowed without even having consummated our marriage to you."

"But we are not married." Alyssa pointed out.

"Alys, did you forget our conversation the other day?" Elia asked with a grin. "About us getting married?"

"Oh, I want to hear the details about that." Myrcella said with a grin. "But that can wait."

"Indeed," Shireen said with a firm nod. "As for your argument, Alys, while we might not be married under the letter of the law we are practically so. All that separates us from those bound in matrimony is name and deed."

"And we need to change that." Myrcella added with a coy grin.

"I don't th-"

"Oh, stop being so stubborn Alys." Elia said nudging her shoulder. "We all know you want to say yes."

Myrcella and Shireen's pleading looks did not help Alyssa's crumbling resolve. As such it surprised no one when she sighed in resignation.

"Alright," she said in a whisper.

It was more than loud enough for the two girls though. Cheering happily they grabbed her hands and began to drag her away.

"I'll have your midday meals sent to Alys' bedchambers." Elia shouted after them. "Make sure she eats."

"We will!" The youngest of Alyssa's concubines shout back together.

"Alys," Robb greeted with a cheeky grin as she took her seat next to him at the High Table in the Great Hall. "Could I ask you a favor?"

"What is it?" Alyssa asked tiredly. As enjoyable as the many rounds of lovemaking she had shared with Shireen and Myrcella since midday yesterday had been, they had nevertheless left her exhausted.

"Would you give your approval for my wedding to Lyra Mormont later this evening?"

"This evening!?" Alyssa asked, flabbergasted.

Robb shrugged.

"We might well all die tomorrow or whenever the Night King attacks. Might as well find what happiness we can beforehand, isn't that what you did with Shireen and Myrcella last night?" Her brother said, gesturing to her two young concubines who were practically glowing in contentment.

"I suppose," Alyssa conceded. "But Lyra Mormont? I didn't even know you were courting?"

"I'm not surprised, sister. You were too distracted by the war."

"I suppose. Still I feel bad. You're my brother, I should've at least kept my ears open for news like this."

"I'll forgive you if you give your approval like I asked. So how about it?"

"Certainly, brother."

The ceremony as all proper Northern weddings was held in the Godswood and Alyssa found herself standing beside all her concubines. Something that had started when Shireen and Myrcella had tried to use the excuse of the wedding to stay when Alyssa had tried to send them back to King's Landing after the midday meal via Gate. Not only had their pleas been successful, they had somehow even managed to convince her to transport all her other concubines and even Arya to Winterfell to attend the ceremony. Thankfully though she had managed to draw the line at Ned. For various reasons she did not want her son here in Winterfell.

I'm weak when it comes to my women. Alyssa thought as they all gathered before the heart tree. It was so true as well, after all, even before they had managed to convince her into summoning their sisters the two minxes had already managed to tempt her into one long tryst that occupied them all morning and which they had even dragged Elia into.

Shaking her head, she tried to dispel such thoughts. Today is not about me, it is about Robb. The least I could do is give him the attention he deserves.

Even if said attention was being sorely tempted by her concubines who had all dressed up for the occasion and were looking resplendent.

No, bad Alyssa! Robb! Today is about Robb! She scolded herself, tearing her eyes away from her lovers and to brother.

He stood before the heart tree looking handsome in a new tunic, trousers, furs and a cloak lovingly stitched by Stepmother that was emblazoned with the Stark direwolf sigil.

Stepmother has outdone herself. Alyssa thought as she took a moment to admire the truly impressive marriage cloak. If there was one skill that she never mastered it was embroidery. In that one field even Arya was better than her and her little sister eschewed all womanly arts.

Her observations were cut short when Margey tugged on the sleeve of her gown and pointed towards the far side of the gathered guests where Lady Lyra Mormont had arrived. She looked beautiful in her gown and her own well made marriage cloak. Despite that, Alyssa's eyes flowed off the bride and were quickly drawn instead to her little sister Lyanna who had followed her in and was now taking her place among the guests. The little Lady Lyanna looked as adorable as she remembered and she sent her a smile which she was pleased to see returned with a blush.

"Who stands before the Gods?" Lady Lyra's mother, Lady Maege Mormont, shouted to begin the ceremony and pulling Alyssa away from her leering, even she could admit that much, at the woman's youngest daughter.

"Lord Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North." Robb's voice was firm but with a tinge of palpable excitement. "And you?"

"Lady Lyra Mormont, and her mother Lady Maege Mormont, Lady of Bear Island." Lady Maege said before she guided her daughter to stand beside Robb before the heart tree.

The would be husband and wife exchanged a smile, before Lady Maege turned to address her daughter. "Do you take this man as your husband?"

"I take this man." Lady Lyra said solemnly and her mother gave her hand a squeeze before handing the arm she was holding to Robb before stepping away, leaving the happy couple to stand alone before the heart tree now hand-in-hand.

Together Robb and Lady Lyra knelt before the heart tree, and bowed their heads in token of submission to the Old Gods. Alyssa had to fight the urge to sneer at the sight but for her love of her brother she kept her opinions to herself.

After a moment of silent prayer, the couple stood and Robb reached over and removed his wife's maiden's cloak. Stepmother stepped forward then and took her new gooddaughter's maiden's cloak. Robb offered his mother a grateful smile before proceeding to remove his cloak and placing it around his wife's shoulders.

He offered her another smile before he picked her up in his arms and began to carry his wife to the Great Hall for the wedding feast as the gathered guests applauded and offered their well wishes, Alyssa's included, before filing in behind them as they followed them towards the feast.

Hours later at the wedding feast found Alyssa dancing with Arya. Though considering her sister's youthful enthusiasm and lack of any skill at dance, it was more an exercise in not having her feet be crushed by her sister's terrible footwork.

For someone with such talent at the Water Dance, I can't believe she's this bad! Alyssa thought as the dance finally ended and she could let Arya go.

Despite all that, she offered her sister a polite curtsy for the dance as her sister did the same. She wasn't about to spoil her sister's mood on the festive occasion over a few bruised toes. She was not however going to risk anymore injury and as the hired bards picked a jaunty song for the next dance, Alyssa begged off and hastily retreated to the High Table.

Once there, she collapsed into her chair with a sigh of relief as she watched Arya scurry off to find another victim. Other than Arya, Alyssa had danced with Robb, her new goodsister, and all her concubines already, so it was perfectly polite to take a break and rest her abused feet.

"You have no stamina," Myrcella teased as she and Shireen returned from the dance floor as well. The two having just finished a song dancing with each other.

"I have plenty." Alyssa shot back coyly. "Or don't I prove that every time I lay with any of you?"

"That's true." Margey said with a giggle that was shared by all of her lovers. "Alys has plenty of stamina when the mood calls for it."

The way the Queensguard shadowing them all shifted uneasily at the direction the conversation had taken was amusing in its own right and more than one member of the royal family burst into another round of giggles at that alone.

Apparently deciding to have pity on their poor guards, Gwyn changed the topic.

"This wedding has been quite the experience," the Ironborn woman noted. "I wonder what our wedding will be like?"

"Grand," Jeyne said with a shrug. "It will have seven brides."

"Don't forget that it will be the marriage of the Queen and her consorts as well," Margey added. "So it will be doubly grand."

"Has everyone already heard that Elia convinced me of this?"

"Of course." Mya told him with a shrug. "It is arguably the most important news in regards to our relationship after all. Did you really think we wouldn't share it with each other immediately?"

"I suppose not," Alyssa said with a sigh.

"Though, I don't think I thanked you yet." Mya said turning to Elia. "Thanks Elia. Good job."

"Yes, thanks Elia!" Shireen said with a grin, prompting everyone else to offer their thanks as well.

Elia just smirked in response and Alyssa just knew she would be milking her accomplishment for favors from her sisters for years to come.

"Bedding!" A very drunk Greatjon Umber said suddenly, cutting Alyssa's conversation with her concubines short. "It's time for the bedding!"

The call was soon picked up the other Northern lords and quickly afterwards the remainder of the guests as well.

"You're not going to do anything?" Jeyne asked Alyssa, as she took a sip from her cup of wine.

"I asked Robb and Lyra about it before the wedding. They didn't want to disrupt the tradition." Alyssa explained.

"So we're going to help strip your brother?" Shireen asked with a pout.

"You just want to strip the Lady Lyra, don't you Shireen?" Myrcella asked with a laugh even as Shireen blushed.

"I won't deny it." Shireen said with a shrug despite her rosy cheeks. "I prefer women, that's no secret."

"Considering our preference, I think we can join either side." Gwyn opined. "Can we not?"

"If the couple are concerned with tradition though, I think it best that we respect the gender roles and join the ladies' party." Mya countered with a frown. Clearly she wanted a part in stripping Alyssa's goodsister as well which was quite the departure seeing as the Valewoman had initially preferred men to women.

"Alys, what do you think?" Elia asked, turning to the only Northerner among them for guidance.

"I think Mya has the right of it, but everyone is so drunk I doubt the men will mind if you join them." Alyssa said as she made a sweeping gesture over the hall and the many stumbling drunks that occupied it.

"Whichever party you lot want to join, you better go soon." Jeyne said, gesturing to the clusters of men and women who were already dragging the half naked bride and groom out of the hall respectively.

Everyone but Jeyne and Margey looked to Alyssa for permission which she happily gave with a wave of her hand. Moments later, Shireen, Myrcella, Mya, Elia and even the usually shy Gwyn had joined the lords as they stripped and guided Alyssa's laughing goodsister to her marital bedchamber.

"Remember to come back here when you're shown Lyra to the bedchamber!' Alyssa shouted after her excited lovers. "I'll be waiting."

She got a chorus of distracted affirmatives in reply and shook her head in fond amusement.

"They're having fun." Margey noted with a sip of her drink.

"They are," Jeyne agreed. "Though I think Gwyn might be a little drunk. She's usually not so forward."

"Don't worry," Alyssa assured her. "Brienne and Ser Wendel went with them. They'll keep them safe and from embarrassing themselves too much."

"Too much?" Margey asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a wedding feast. The odd little embarrassing act due to overindulgence and the festive mood will be overlooked."

Their conversation was interrupted when Arya walked over with a pale cast to the face, her constant shadow Ser Cuy following behind her.

"Sister? Is that how a bedding is like?" She asked, her usual fire missing from her voice.

"Yes, it is." Alyssa told her with a worried frown. "Though, the bedding ceremony is optional."

"But expected of a highborn lady of the North," Margey added shooting Alyssa a look. "Don't leave that out, Alys."

"That is true." Alyssa added.

Arya paled at that news and promptly ran off.

"I'm never getting married." Alyssa's little sister shouted as she fled the hall.

"See what you've done?" Alyssa asks as she shot Margey a look, even as Jeyne giggled.

"Better she make an informed choice than a foolish one," Margey said archly.

"I suppose," Alyssa conceded. "But if Arya remains unmarried, I'll be blaming you."

"Fair enough."

"Do I want to know what's got Arya so flustered, Alys?" Stepmother asked as she came over even as she shot the direction her daughter had fled a confused glance.

"She's shaken up by seeing what a bedding actually entails." Alyssa explained with an unhappy look at Margey. "And the reminder that she will likely have to endure such at her own wedding "

Stepmother just sighed. "I don't know what we'll do with that girl."

"You needn't worry so much Stepmother," Alyssa assures her. "I'll take care of her."

"I'm sure you will Alys." Stepmother told her sincerely. "You always have. But I'll go have a word with her nonetheless. Honestly! She's almost a woman grown by this point yet she still behaves like such a child. She should learn from her sisters more!"

"Don't be too harsh on her," Alyssa urged her Stepmother as she walked off in search of Arya.

"I don't think she can hear you." Margey noted. "She looks a little too distracted working herself up for a good scolding."

Alyssa winced in sympathy for the tongue lashing her little sister was likely about to endure.

"Don't worry about it Alys. I'm sure Arya will be fine. Let's just drink and enjoy the mood, shall we?" Jeyne suggested.

Alyssa and Margey nodded, the former a little more hesitantly than the former, raising their cups and all three of them.

"To Robb and Lyra." Alyssa offered in toast as they tapped their cups together.

"To Robb and Lyra." Margey and Jeyne echoed as they all took a sip of their drinks.

Half an hour later, Alyssa led her lovers as they headed back to her bedchamber. They had planned to spend the night together, all seven of them, to make the best of their time together before most of them had to return to the safety of King's Landing. However, with how a good number of them were swaying uneasily from a little too much drink at the feast, Alyssa had doubts they would manage much.

That does not mean we should not try though! Alyssa thought with a lustful giggle as she stepped into the bedchamber after Loras, her goodbrother clearing the room ahead of her as was his duty as the Lord Commander of her Queensguard and one of her shadows for the night.

"Alyssa." Lord Nameless' unmistakable voice said the moment that Alyssa stepped into the room.

"My lord!?" Alyssa shouted in surprise as she caught sight of the humanoid white void that was her god sitting on her bed and waiting patiently.

"Who is it, Alys?" Jeyne asked as she walked in only to freeze at the sight of the god.

"It's Lord Nameless," Alyssa said, looking at her Riverwoman lover in shock. "You can see him?"

"We all can," Margey said as everyone else filed into the room. "Right?"

There were nods from everyone. Any sign of intoxication that they might have shown now having vanished, just as Alyssa's own mild drunken buzz had likewise disappeared without her immediately noticing.

"But how? Usually only I can see him when he visits."

"I have chosen to appear to your family this time," Lord Nameless. "It is best that they see what I intend to show you as well."

"We are honored," Myrcella said, recovering from the unexpected turn of events first and offering the god a curtsy prompting everyone else to likewise offer their own signs of respect, even Loras and Nymeria.

Lord Nameless looked pleased and turned to Alyssa radiating amusement.

"Why is it, Alyssa, that your wives are more polite to me than you are?"

"You prefer me this way," Alyssa told him with a roll of her eyes, unfazed by her god's teasing even as everyone else looked shocked at what to them appeared as disrespect.

"That is true," Lord Nameless admitted with a laugh. "Enough pleasantries. Follow me."

With that the god led them out of the bedchamber.

"I think I know where you get your abrupt nature from now, Alys." Margey whispered as they followed after Lord Nameless.

Alyssa just blushed as they walked out into the hall, where the guards standing there looked frozen. No. Not just the people. Even the flames of the torches which should have been flickering were frozen as if in a painting

"I have frozen time," her god explained absently as he led them out of the Great Keep where Alyssa's chambers were and across the castle into the crypts.

The descent to the lowest level passed in a strangely short period of time and they soon found themselves before a blank wall,

Alyssa opened her mouth to question why Lord Nameless had brought them to a dead end when he suddenly just walked through the wall.

Sighing at her god's penchant for not explaining himself, Alyssa followed. On the other side of the wall, she found a large round chamber that was dominated by a massive fossilized weirwood tree whose bone white roots formed a bowl shape and which had a grim looking face carved into its trunk from the eyes of which ran crimson trails of long dried sap.

"This," Lord Nameless said once everyone had entered the chamber. "Is why the Night King is coming to Winterfell. This is where the First Long Night was defeated by the combining of the magic of the First Men and their allies among the Children of the Forest. It is thus a place of great symbolic power that the children of that alliance, the Starks, have hidden and protected since those ancient times. If the Night King seizes it, he can use it to great effect."

"Like what, my lord?" Alyssa asked, fear running through her veins as she surveyed the fossilized tree.

"Like bringing down the Wall and giving him full access to his magic." Lord Nameless said with a meaningful look at her. "You can imagine some of what he'll be able to do with his full power but you that is but a fraction of what he is capable of. If the Wall falls, the Night King will become powerful enough to bring back the Age of Frigid Night."

"The Age of Frigid Night? Is that what the Night King and the Others seek?" Alyssa asked, with a frown even as she suppressed the shiver that went down her spine that speaking the name of the Others' goal made her feel.

Lord Nameless laughed at that and clapped his hands.

"Bravo Alyssa, for being one of the few persons on this world to have asked that question."

"Surely that can't be true." Loras noted with a frown. "The Others have been around for ages surely many have questioned their motives."

"You give your fellow mortals too much credit Loras Tyrell." The god said with a malicious smirk. "To most of them the Others have been nothing more than a force of destruction which sought nothing more than to cleanse the world of life. They needed to ascribe no other motive to them than that."

"Why then do they do what they do, my lord?" Alyssa asked.

Lord Nameless snapped his fingers and suddenly the hidden chamber in the crypts of Winterfell was gone and they found themselves floating over a lightless featureless frozen plain dominated by a magnificent city of enchanting alien architecture made entirely of ice that was inhabited but thousands upon thousands of White Walkers.

"This is the Age of Frigid Night." Lord Nameless said with a sweeping gesture to indicate the vista before them. "The Age of the Others. A time before the Children of the Forest and long before Man. This was your world in the earliest days of intelligent life."

"The Others were the first intelligent life in the world?" Jeyne asked, expressing everyone's shock.

"Yes," Lord Nameless nodded. "But their Age did not last. As time passed, your world changed and the cold that the Walkers needed to survive faded."

Suddenly the image of the frozen plain changed. Years passing in seconds as it transformed into lush grassland and the Others' and their city literally melted away.

"Some though survived by fleeing north to the place you call the Lands of Always Winter. But even there it was too warm." Lord Nameless said as the image shifted once more. This time it showed Others, some half melted, staggering through a frozen wasteland as the sun beat down heavily on them. "To survive, they slept."

One by one, the handful of remaining Walkers - No more than a few thousand out of a whole civilization - transformed themselves into frozen sculptures of ice.

"But while they slept, they did not dream. For such was not their kind's way. Instead they labored, mastering magics even in their slumber so that they could restore their world. And then when the world turned cold once more, they awoke"

Clouds of icy energy swirled in a mesmerizing dance all around them before slowly the disparate clouds slowly but surely joined together and transformed into a collection of brilliant blue stars joined together by a complex web. Stronger than before, especially the star at the very heart of the web. It seemed utterly incomprehensible but somehow they all understood. This was the Others pooling their powers together, growing stronger by becoming separate but one. Of them imbuing the strongest of their number with all their strength, to transform him into their anchor. To be their King.

"The birth of the Night King." Shireen gasped and Lord Nameless nodded even as the image changed again and this time they saw the Walkers awakening from their hibernation and venturing south once more to lands that were once their own.

"But their home was no longer theirs. In the eons in which they had slumbered, others had come. The Children of the Forest, the First Men. They had no mercy for these usurpers though. For to the Others these creatures were not fellow intelligent beings."

A rapid burst of scenes of utter brutality as the reawakened Others ravaged the Children and First Men in what could only be the First Long Night. Of them learning the magic of warging from their victims and twisting it to create the first wights. Of them creating the giant ice spiders as the only success out of their thousands of experiments to recreate the alien and long lost life of the world as they knew it.

"For to them they were not. As the Others are alien to you, so too are you alien to them. Most importantly, where you younger races are flexible and can empathize with other races, they simply cannot. Their minds do not work that way. Once they might have over time learned to, but what they did to themselves in their long sleep has stripped all that away. To them all that is not like them are not alive."

"And that is why they want to destroy us, my lord?" Myrcella asked with a shudder. "Because they do not see as equals?"

"Because they do not see you as living beings." Lord Nameless corrected as the visions faded and they returned to the crypts below Winterfell. "For by their understanding you are not. To them you are merely stains on their world that needs cleansing before they set the world back to rights."

"Back to rights?" Gwyn asked nervously.

"Before they bring back the Age of Frigid Night." Lord Nameless said as he showed them a potential vision of the future where the Night King used the magical circle within which they stood to enshroud the world in an eternal blizzard that blocked out the sun and sealed in the cold.

"Then why don't we just destroy this tree?" Elia suggested.

"This circle is an important node in the magic that sustains the Wall. The only seal on the Night King, the Others' powers. Destroy it and it will collapse, granting them their full powers. Powers they will use to seize another powerful circle. Or create one of their own. So long as they use one such circle south of where the Wall now stands they can complete the ritual they need to return this world to the Age of Frigid Night."

"Why show us all this?" Alyssa said as she gulped at that very prospect.

"So you may know the true stakes. You cannot let him take Winterfell or you might well have lost this war and my precious entertainment will be cut short prematurely." The god said before he vanished and their entire party found themselves back in Alyssa's bedchamber.

"Speaking of entertainment. I have restored your vitality and that of your lovers. Use it well, Alyssa." Lord Nameless added with a laugh as his presence withdrew.

"Is he insinuating what I think he is!?" Gwyn asked, blushing bright red and breaking the tense silence at what they had learned.

"Of course, he is." Myrcella said with a laugh. "He's the one who got us together isn't he, Alys?"

"He said it was my magic but I imagine he had a hand in the matter since he was the one who granted me access to it in the first place."

"He's been watching us then?" Mya said, looking around the room nervously.

"He's a god, he can see whatever he wants." Shireen said with a resigned sigh.

"'What are we but entertainment to the gods in the end?' Is that not what the some faiths in Essos teach?" Jeyne asked with a chuckle. "I wonder how they will like learning just how correct they are."

"Enough! We can ponder the workings of Lord Nameless all eternity and I doubt we would fathom a fraction of his nature." Margey said firmly. "He wants entertainment? Who are we to deny our god?"

With that she marched up to Alyssa and pulled her into a kiss.

Things predictably devolved quickly from there and Loras and Nymeria hastily fled the room as Alyssa was soon pounced on by her lovers and fabric flew as they all began undressing. Much passionate lovemaking followed and lasted for the rest of the night, leaving, Alyssa hoped, Lord Nameless very entertained.

Done!

So Alyssa has consummated her relationship with Shireen and Myrcella at last. This despite their young age. It should be noted that while their ages are uncommonly young for marriage/motherhood/sexual relations for medieval noble children, however it was not unheard of especially among royalty and when the need for heirs was pressing. It was not however common even among most of the nobility, much less the smallfolk. At least as far as I can tell from my research on the topic. It is however typical to Canon though probably because of its focus on high nobility and turbulent times where Houses would push for as many possible heirs as quickly as was able. While heirs are not a consideration in Alyssa's situation, she is borrowing norms for age of consent, as it were, from relationships which do so as such to her while she is somewhat uneasy with doing it, because Shireen and Myrcella are young even by those terms, she went ahead with it. That and the magical influence, can't forget the role of that. ;)

Why did I allow the bedding here? Simple. Not everyone will seek to reject tradition. Robb, as a Stark with a decidedly Tully look, least among them. If he wishes to be respected as a proper Lord of Winterfell by his bannermen then he will have to embrace their traditions even if he finds them disagreeable. That his bride is a thoroughly Northern woman and Northerners are generally quite traditional, she is unlikely to object either just makes its inclusion more logical.

Hope you guys liked the backstory I gave the Others and the Night King. I was inspired to do this by two things: i) the popular critique (at least on Youtube) of the Night King in the show having little in the way of a motivation for his actions or backstory and ii) the hints George R.R. Martin gave about the Others in the books as being alien creatures. Do let me know what you guys think of my attempt at giving the Others and the Night King some depth.

Why tack on the last bit leading into the orgy? On a narrative level it is to explain why Nameless set up the harem i.e. he derives entertainment from being a voyeur. On a personal level, because I wanted them to have a big, everyone involved orgy before the climactic battle.

That's all for this chapter so until next time valeo!